Raya Fever... or my own laziness

Yesterday was bad.... really2 bad. I can't imagine forcing my feet to walk to class. Lucky there's no one there in the class. Yes I should be angry at my students because they didn't come to class. Yet I feel thankful because I'm so tired.

The Raya week has just passed. But the Raya fever seems to influence everyone including myself. Imagine having a one week holiday and you spend most of it on the road. Literally on the road. We took a flite from Kuching to JB, then drove from JB to Rompin. On the first day of Eid we drove from Rompin to Endau and then to Kuantan... and we finished the day by driving from Kuantan to KL.

We spent the 2nd day of Eid in Kajang and Kl... then the next day we drove back to Rompin... Took a rest for one day and drove back to JB before board on a flite back to Kuching...

See... when you think you have the whole week for yourself to enjoy, you actually have only 2 days to have quality time with your family. The rest of the days are for you to quarell in the car or screaming at other drivers who are so stupid that they think the highway is their hometown where they can drive 40 KM per hour...

Anyway, that was how I spent my Hari Raya... And now back to work and I feel like Raya is not over yet... Maybe it's raya fever... or maybe I'm just lazy to start the day by facing students' tired faces... and you can see in their eyes that they are still at home with their families...

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Just write...

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